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Stéphane couldn’t believe what had just happened. He ran into his son Nick’s room and saw him making out with one of the other rugby boys. George was his name. Stéphane was in despair when he saw this. How could he fail so much that one of his sons became one of them. For a long time he thought back and forth before remembering that Matthew, one of his closest friends, also had such a son. So Stéphane did what he thought was right, ran into his study and called Matthew.
“Stéphane my dear, what can I do for you today?”
“Hello Matthew, I need your help.”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“I just caught my son making out with one of his teammates. I thought, since you also have such a son, you could help me. You told me that you sent him to conversion therapy, so I wanted to ask where. I can’t lose my son to these people, do you understand? He and the others have to continue the law firm and I can’t use any fags of sons. And yes, I could also doubt paternity, but Matthew, the boy is far too talented and well-known in playing rugby for that.”
“Oh my goodness, Stéphane. I feel so sorry for you. I don’t wish anyone a son like that. Not even the old Driscoll. Okay, maybe so. But really no one else. I mean, I have two options for you. Number one would be a therapist in Chelsea, the other would be a boarding school.”
“A boarding school? That sounds better. I mean, the paparazzi are quite intrusive when it comes to Nicholas and I don’t want to be the asshole in the media afterwards. I need my customers.”
“Yes, I understand that pretty well. I’ll send you the link to the website right away. The boarding school is in Alaska.” Only a short time later, an email popped up on Stéphane’s MacBook.
“Great. Thank you Matthew.”
“Not for that, my friend. We have to stick together when it comes to things like that.”
“Stile. I’ll see you tonight.”
“Exactly. See you later.”
“See you later,” Stéphane opened the email and clicked on the link. The photos showed a crystal clear lake and a large complex with houses and rugby and football fields. About 100 miles south of Fairbanks. The boarding school looked cool and unfriendly. Exactly what Nick needed after this ‘accident’. ‘Our boarding school students’ was one of the riders Stéphane clicked on. Photos that students showed. Athletes. Rugby players, football players, basketball players, tennis players.... ‘Well-known, former students of our school’ Stéphane clicked and recognized seven former clients. Actors, football players and a director. Then he saw another familiar face among the ‘best achievements of the school year’. Driscoll’s grandson. Stéphane couldn’t help but take a photo and send it to Matthew. He titled the photo with the words, “tell me, have you had clairvoyant powers since the latest?” Maybe not Driscoll’s son, but a grandson was at least as good. Now that he took a closer look at Charles, he could really see how gay he was. The main thing is that he didn’t lose Nick to these people. Why couldn’t the laws be the same again as before. Everything in this direction should be prohibited. No rights for these people. For these sinners. Now there was only one more to do. Stéphane had to get Nick to go to Alaska voluntarily. Sure, he could force Nick to do so, if only by law, but it would be a lot easier if Nick left on his own.
At 5 a.m., Stéphane decided that he had given Nick long enough time. He got up and went to Nick’s room. He knocked and heard, “Come in,” from his “lost son.”
“Nicholas we have to talk,” then he discovered that George was still there, “oh, hello George. I didn’t even know you’d come over.”
“Uh, yes. Nick and I have prepared a little for school.”
“Oh, of course,” said Stéphane. Did this boy think he was completely stupid? Stéphane knew that school would only start again in three weeks.
“I’ll go then,” George murmured.
“Wait,” Nicholas replied. “I’ll take you to the door. I’ll come to the office afterwards.”
“Good. But hurry up.”
“Dad!”
“I’ll just say it,” Stéphane ran back to his office.
“Sorry that you have to leave so abruptly now. I really don’t know what he has again.”
“Everything’s fine, Nicky. Will you call me later?”
“Sare,” then I just decided to be brave. George turned to the elevator, but I grabbed his hand. “Wait.” Then I pressed my lips on his. He smiled.
“Goodbye,” he said.
“Goodbye Georgie.” He turned a little red. Then he turned to the elevator, whose door opened at that moment.
“You wanted to talk to me, Father,” Nick said as he stepped into the office.
“In fact. Sit down,” he meant his son to face him. Nicholas dropped into the leather armchair.
“What is it about?”
“I looked around about the schools. I’m not sure that Hughes High was the right decision. I think you deserve a higher quality than that. In addition, you always have problems due to your awareness.”
“Yes, but-“
“Let me finish, Nicholas. I’ve been thinking about something. There is a boarding school there.
“A boarding school?”
“Let your father fucking finish talking, Nicholas Luke.”
“There is a boarding school in Alaska.”
“In Alaska? Father, you can’t do that. The guys from rugby need me. And I need my friends. Father, everything just not to the boarding school in Alaska.”
“The matter has been decided, Nicholas. Your plane leaves tomorrow morning.”
“No. Father, you can’t do that.”
“Nicholas Luke, don’t yell at me! You are 14, you have nothing to say at all. If I say you go to the Helvíti boarding school, then you go to the Helvíti boarding school.”
“But father-,” Nick tried again.
“No. And now go to your room and pack your things. Everything important is on it,” said Stéphane and handed Nick a list. Nick lowered his head, knowing that any resistance was futile and ran into his room. Stéphane smiled contentedly.